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In Loving Memory of James Parker

The Mount Pleasant and Charleston communities are mourning the heartbreaking loss of James Parker, a longtime journalist, beloved husband, and gentle presence whose life and work touched countless people over the decades. On January 31, James was found deceased in Hobcaw Creek, near his longtime home in the Hobcaw Point neighborhood, after being reported missing the evening before. He was 67 years old. His passing has left a profound sense of sadness among family, friends, colleagues, and readers who followed his thoughtful reporting for many years.

James Parker was a man of quiet strength, kindness, and deep dedication—to his craft, to his community, and to the people he loved. Raised in Virginia, he was a graduate of Washington & Lee University, where he developed the intellectual curiosity and discipline that would later define his career in journalism. From an early age, he was known for his gentle demeanor and reflective nature, traits that would later become hallmarks of his writing style and personal interactions.

In the early 1980s, James joined Charleston’s co-owned morning and afternoon newspapers, which would later merge to become The Post and Courier. It was there that he began a remarkable career that spanned decades and earned him the respect of colleagues and readers alike. His first byline appeared in January 1984, topping a story about a group of stowaways found on a Venezuelan cargo ship—a fitting start for a journalist who would go on to chronicle so many stories that shaped the understanding of his community.

Over the years, James became a prolific and trusted reporter, known for his meticulous attention to detail and his ability to make complex topics accessible to everyday readers. He covered numerous beats, but his true calling emerged in business reporting, particularly in the South Carolina banking industry. His coverage helped demystify financial developments for the public, offering clarity and insight during times of economic change. Later in his career, he expanded his focus to local car culture and residential real estate, contributing to special weekly sections that highlighted the evolving character and spirit of the Charleston area.

Colleagues remember James as rail-thin, soft-spoken, and mild-mannered—a man who didn’t seek the spotlight but earned admiration through consistency, integrity, and quiet professionalism. He was the type of journalist who believed deeply in the importance of facts, fairness, and thoughtful storytelling. His writing wasn’t just informative; it was grounded in a genuine respect for the people and places he covered.

Beyond his professional achievements, James was a devoted husband and partner. He and his wife, Penny, shared a life filled with mutual support and shared passions, including their work at the newspaper. They celebrated 39 years of marriage in November, a testament to a love built on friendship, respect, and enduring companionship. Those who knew them speak of a partnership filled with warmth, laughter, and quiet understanding.

James was also an avid runner, a longtime enthusiast who could often be seen jogging through his neighborhood. Running was more than a hobby—it was a source of peace, discipline, and reflection for him. The Hobcaw Point neighborhood, where he lived for decades, was not just a place of residence but a community he was deeply connected to, a backdrop to his daily routines and the rhythms of his life.

In recent years, James had been living with Alzheimer’s disease, a condition that gradually steals memories and moments. Yet even as the disease progressed, those who loved him continued to see the gentle, thoughtful man he had always been. His life was defined not by illness, but by decades of meaningful work, relationships, and contributions that will endure long after his passing.

The loss of James Parker is felt not only by his family and friends but also by the broader Charleston community and the many readers who trusted his voice. His articles documented the growth, challenges, and transformations of the region, preserving a record of history through careful, compassionate journalism. His words helped people understand their world a little better, and in doing so, he made that world a little more connected.

As we remember James, we honor a life lived with humility, dedication, and quiet purpose. We remember the reporter who chased stories with integrity, the husband who shared nearly four decades of love with Penny, the runner who found solace in motion, and the neighbor who was a familiar, kind presence in Hobcaw Point.

May his memory be a blessing to all who knew him, worked with him, and read his work. His legacy lives on in the stories he told, the people he touched, and the community he helped inform and inspire.

Rest in peace, James Parker. Your words, your kindness, and your quiet spirit will not be forgotten.

In Loving Memory of Cayden Callihan 🕊️

With heavy hearts and deep sorrow, we remember and honor the life of Cayden Callihan, an 18-year-old young man whose life was tragically taken too soon in a late-night crash in Livingston Parish, Louisiana. Cayden’s passing has left a profound emptiness in the hearts of his family, friends, and everyone who had the privilege of knowing him.

On Friday night, just before midnight, Louisiana State Police responded to a devastating two-vehicle crash at the intersection of LA 1032 and Hunter’s Way. According to authorities, Cayden was driving east on Hunter’s Way in his 2008 Honda Accord when he attempted to turn left onto LA 1032. At that moment, a 2022 Ford F-150 traveling south struck his vehicle on the left side. Despite being properly restrained, Cayden suffered severe injuries and was pronounced dead at the scene. The other driver sustained only minor injuries, and investigators reported that impairment is not believed to have played a role in the tragic incident.

Cayden was just 18 years old—a young man full of dreams, potential, and hope for the future. He carried the light of youth, the promise of tomorrow, and the spirit of someone who had so much life left to live. To his loved ones, he was more than just a name in a report or a statistic in a tragic accident. He was a son, a family member, a friend, a classmate, and a cherished soul whose presence brought warmth and joy to those around him.

Those who knew Cayden remember his kindness, his laughter, and the energy he brought into every room. He had a way of making people feel seen and valued, whether through a simple smile, a joke, or his genuine heart. His journey was just beginning, and his dreams were still unfolding, making his loss even more heartbreaking.

The suddenness of Cayden’s passing reminds us how fragile life can be and how important it is to cherish every moment with those we love. His memory will forever live on in the stories shared by friends, in the love carried by his family, and in the impact he made during his short but meaningful time on this earth.

As we mourn Cayden Callihan, we also celebrate his life. We remember the laughter, the moments of joy, the friendships, and the love he gave so freely. Though his time was brief, his presence was powerful, and his memory will remain etched in the hearts of all who knew him.

Our thoughts and prayers go out to Cayden’s family, friends, and everyone grieving this unimaginable loss. May they find strength in the memories they shared, comfort in the love that surrounds them, and peace in knowing that Cayden will never be forgotten.

Rest in peace, Cayden Callihan. Your light will continue to shine in the hearts of those who loved you. 🕊️💙

In Loving Memory of Nicholas Almeida and Elizabeth Almeida

The Fall River community is grieving after the heartbreaking and tragic loss of Nicholas Almeida, 25, and his beloved mother, Elizabeth Almeida, 54, whose lives were taken in a fatal shooting on the evening of January 30, 2026. What should have been an ordinary night turned into a devastating tragedy that has left family, friends, and neighbors in deep sorrow and disbelief.

According to Bristol County District Attorney Thomas M. Quinn III, Fall River Police responded to a 911 call around 8:05 p.m. at a residence on Barnes Street. When officers arrived, they found Nicholas and Elizabeth suffering from gunshot wounds. Despite being rushed to a local hospital, both were pronounced deceased. Their untimely passing has left an irreplaceable void in the hearts of those who knew and loved them.

Nicholas Almeida was a young man with his whole life ahead of him. At just 25 years old, he was someone many described as kind-hearted, full of potential, and deeply connected to his family. A son, a friend, and a cherished presence in his community, Nicholas was known for his warmth, laughter, and the love he showed to those around him. His life was a testament to youth, hope, and the promise of a future that was tragically cut short.

Elizabeth Almeida, a devoted mother, was the heart and strength of her family. At 54 years old, she had spent her life nurturing, supporting, and loving her son. She was a woman of resilience and compassion, someone who carried the responsibilities of motherhood with grace and determination. Her love for Nicholas was evident in everything she did, and the bond they shared was one that reflected deep care and connection. To her family and friends, Elizabeth was more than a mother—she was a source of comfort, guidance, and unwavering love.

The tragedy is compounded by the fact that the suspect, identified as 54-year-old Arlington Cole, was in a dating relationship with Elizabeth Almeida. He was located at the scene with a firearm and has been charged with two counts of Assault and Battery by Means of a Dangerous Weapon causing Serious Bodily Injury. As the Massachusetts State Police Detective Unit assigned to the Bristol County District Attorney’s Office continues to investigate alongside the Fall River Police Department, the community waits for justice while mourning the loss of two innocent lives.

This devastating event is a painful reminder of how fragile life can be and how quickly everything can change. It has shaken Fall River and touched many beyond the city, as people come together in grief, solidarity, and remembrance. Vigils, prayers, and messages of condolences continue to pour in, reflecting the impact Nicholas and Elizabeth had on those around them.

In remembering Nicholas Almeida and Elizabeth Almeida, we honor their lives, their love, and the memories they leave behind. May Nicholas be remembered for his bright spirit and the dreams he carried, and may Elizabeth be remembered for her strength, kindness, and the unconditional love she gave as a mother. Their lives mattered. Their memories will endure. And their legacy will live on in the hearts of those who loved them.

Rest in eternal peace, Nicholas and Elizabeth. You will never be forgotten.

 In Loving Memory of Briana Flowers 🕊️

With heavy hearts and profound sorrow, we remember and honor the life of Briana Flowers, a beloved mother, daughter, family member, and friend whose life was tragically taken far too soon. At just 31 years old, Briana had so much life ahead of her—so many dreams, plans, and moments left to share with those she loved, especially her precious son.

Briana was known as a devoted and loving mother. Her world revolved around her 7-year-old son, Amill McClelland, whom she loved with every part of her heart. Friends and family describe her as caring, strong, and full of love—someone who would do anything to protect and provide for her child. Her laughter, her kindness, and her nurturing spirit touched everyone around her.

In the early hours of Wednesday morning, tragedy struck in her southwest Las Vegas home. In an unimaginable and heartbreaking moment, young Amill woke up to find his mother in a life-threatening condition. With courage far beyond his years, he called 911 for help. By the time officers arrived, Briana and another man were found deceased, and authorities are investigating the case as a double homicide.

The pain of this tragedy is indescribable. No child should ever have to experience such a moment, and no family should have to endure such a loss. Briana’s life was taken violently and senselessly, leaving behind a young son who will forever carry the memory of his mother’s love, and a family and community shattered by grief.

Briana was more than a victim of a tragic crime—she was a woman with dreams, hopes, and a future. She was a mother who cherished her child, a friend who supported others, and a family member whose presence brought warmth and comfort. Her life mattered. Her story mattered. And her memory will live on in the hearts of everyone who knew her.

To Amill: though your mommy is no longer physically here, her love will always surround you. Every hug she gave, every word she spoke, every moment she shared with you will live forever in your heart. You are her greatest legacy, and her love will guide you through every step of your life.

To Briana’s family and friends: there are no words that can ease this pain. Please know that many are praying for you, grieving with you, and standing beside you in spirit. May you find comfort in memories, strength in each other, and peace in knowing that Briana’s light will never be forgotten.

This tragedy reminds us of how fragile life is and how important it is to protect one another, cherish our loved ones, and stand against violence. Briana’s life should be remembered for the love she gave, the joy she brought, and the mother she was—not for the way she died.

Rest in peace, Briana Flowers.

You were loved deeply.

You will always be remembered.

Your legacy lives on through your son and everyone who loved you.

Prayers and condolences to the Flowers family, to Amill McClelland, and to all who are mourning this heartbreaking loss

In Loving Memory of Kimari Skinner 🕊️

With profound sadness and heavy hearts, we remember and honor the life of Kimari Skinner, a beautiful young soul whose life was taken far too soon. At just 18 years old, Kimari was standing at the threshold of adulthood—full of dreams, hope, and the promise of a future that was only beginning to unfold.

Kimari was the beloved daughter of Kyndris Brooks, known to many as Kyn Brooks. She was a senior in high school, looking ahead to graduation, to new opportunities, and to the journey of becoming a mother. Just six months pregnant, Kimari carried not only her own dreams, but the promise of a new life growing within her—a child who would have known her love, her warmth, and her gentle spirit.

She had recently celebrated her 18th birthday in November, marking a milestone in her young life. That birthday symbolized growth, maturity, and a future filled with possibilities. Friends and family knew her as a young woman with a bright spirit, a kind heart, and a presence that brought light into every room. She was more than her age, more than a student, more than a headline—she was a daughter, a friend, a loved one, and a young mother-to-be whose life mattered deeply.

In the early morning hours of January 30, 2026, tragedy struck in Holmes County. Authorities responded to an incident near U.S. 51 and State Park Road before 4:30 a.m. What happened in those moments changed everything. Kimari’s life was taken violently and senselessly, leaving her family, friends, and community in shock and heartbreak.

There are no words that can fully capture the pain of losing someone so young, so full of promise, and so deeply loved. The loss of Kimari is not just the loss of an 18-year-old girl—it is the loss of a future graduate, a future mother, a future leader, and a future filled with milestones that will now live only in memory.

To her mother, Kyndris Brooks, and to her family: the world cannot begin to imagine the depth of your grief. A daughter is irreplaceable. A mother’s love is eternal. May you find strength in the love that surrounds you, comfort in the memories you shared, and peace in knowing that Kimari’s life mattered and will never be forgotten.

To her friends, classmates, and teachers: remember Kimari for her laughter, her kindness, her dreams, and her presence. Speak her name. Share her stories. Carry her memory forward in the way you live, love, and uplift others.

Kimari’s unborn child represents a future that was stolen too soon, and that loss echoes through every heart touched by this tragedy. May this moment remind us all of the fragility of life, the importance of compassion, and the urgent need to protect and cherish our young people.

Rest in peace, Kimari Skinner.

You were loved more than words can say.

You will always be remembered.

Your light will never fade.

Prayers and deepest condolences to the Skinner and Brooks families, and to all who are grieving this unimaginable loss

🕊️ In Loving Memory of Vico 🕊️

With heavy hearts and deep sorrow, we remember and honor the life of Vico, whose life was tragically taken in a fatal shooting in West Garfield Park. The pain of losing someone to violence is indescribable, and this loss has left family, friends, and the entire community in mourning.

On a quiet afternoon around 4:44 p.m., officers responded to reports of a shooting. When they arrived, they found Vico, a 38-year-old man, suffering from multiple gunshot wounds to the chest and abdomen. He was rushed to Mt. Sinai Hospital, where medical staff fought to save him. Despite their efforts, Vico was pronounced deceased. A life was taken too soon, leaving behind heartbreak, unanswered questions, and a community searching for healing.

Chicago Police have taken a 22-year-old suspect into custody, and a weapon has been recovered. Area 4 Detectives continue to investigate the circumstances surrounding this tragic incident. While justice is being pursued, nothing can replace the life that was lost or the memories that will forever remain.

Vico was more than a statistic or a headline. He was a person with a story, with people who loved him, with memories that will never fade. He was a son, a friend, a loved one, and a member of the community. His life mattered. His presence mattered. His absence will be deeply felt by those who knew him and those who loved him.

The pain of gun violence reaches far beyond the victim. It touches families, friends, neighbors, and entire communities. It leaves wounds that cannot be seen and grief that cannot be measured. In moments like this, we are reminded of how precious life is and how important it is to support one another, uplift one another, and stand together against violence.

To Vico’s family: our hearts are with you. May you find strength in each other, comfort in memories, and peace in knowing that he will never be forgotten. Words cannot take away the pain, but please know that many are praying for you and standing with you during this difficult time.

To his friends and loved ones: hold onto the moments you shared, the laughter, the conversations, the memories that made him who he was to you. Let those memories be a source of comfort and a reminder of the love that remains.

Rest in peace, Vico .

Your life mattered.

Your memory will live on.

You will never be forgotten.

Prayers and condolences to the family and all who are grieving this heartbreaking loss

🕊️ In Loving Memory of Caden Nowicki 🕊️

It is with heavy hearts and unimaginable sorrow that we remember and honor the life of Caden Nowicki, a beloved son, brother, friend, teammate, and student whose life was tragically cut short far too soon. At just 17 years old, Caden carried the light of youth, the promise of the future, and the spirit of kindness that touched everyone who had the privilege of knowing him.

Caden was a senior at Ponder High School and a star football player whose strength, dedication, and passion on the field were matched only by his character off it. He was known for his big heart, his laughter, his determination, and the way he brought people together. Whether on the football field, in the classroom, or among friends and family, Caden had a presence that made others feel seen, valued, and supported.

During the winter storm, what began as a moment of fun and adventure turned into an unthinkable tragedy. Riding in a kayak being pulled by an ATV—something meant to create memories and laughter—ended in heartbreak when the kayak veered off the road and struck a fence. Caden was thrown with devastating force. He was airlifted to the hospital, where he fought bravely for three days in the ICU. His family, friends, and community held onto hope, praying for a miracle. In the end, his young body gave everything it could.

Caden passed away, leaving behind a void that words cannot fill.

His passing comes just days after two other Texas teens lost their lives in similar circumstances, turning what should have been innocent winter fun into a painful reminder of how fragile life can be. Three young lives, full of dreams and potential, gone far too soon.

The driver and passenger of the ATV walked away physically unharmed, but no doubt carry emotional pain that will last a lifetime. This tragedy has shaken Ponder and beyond, reminding everyone of the importance of safety, awareness, and cherishing every moment with those we love.

Caden’s family shared that in just a few short days, he taught everyone around him what love, unity, and community truly mean. In the midst of grief, people have come together—supporting one another, sharing memories, and honoring the beautiful soul that Caden was. His legacy is not defined by the tragedy of his passing, but by the love he gave, the joy he shared, and the lives he touched.

To Caden’s family: there are no words that can ease this pain, but please know that you are surrounded by love, prayers, and support. Your son mattered. His life mattered. His memory will live on in every person who carries his kindness forward.

To his friends and teammates: hold onto the memories, the laughter, the moments on the field and beyond. Let Caden’s spirit inspire you to live fully, love deeply, and look out for one another.

Rest in peace, Caden Nowicki.

You will always be remembered.

You will always be loved.

Your light will never fade.

Please keep Caden’s family, friends, and the entire Ponder community in your prayers

🕊️ In Loving Memory of Tremaine Jones 🕊️

With heavy hearts and deep sorrow, we mourn the tragic passing of Tremaine Jones, 33, of Shreveport, whose life was cut short in a heartbreaking accident in the early hours of Friday, January 30, 2026. Tremaine lost his life following a single-vehicle crash on Interstate 20, where his westbound vehicle exited onto Linwood Avenue, struck an overpass column, and overturned. He was pronounced deceased at the scene.

This devastating loss has left a profound void in the hearts of his wife, children, family, friends, and everyone who had the privilege of knowing him. Tremaine was more than just a name in a report—he was a son, a husband, a father, a friend, and a loved one whose presence brought warmth, laughter, and meaning to the lives around him.

Tremaine was known for his kindness, his strength, and the love he carried for his family. To his wife, he was a partner and protector; to his children, he was a guiding light, a source of comfort, and a hero in their eyes. His family knew him as someone who cared deeply, who showed up, and who tried to make life better for those he loved. His friends will remember his personality, his stories, his humor, and the moments they shared together—moments that will now live on as cherished memories.

Life is fragile, and tragedies like this remind us how quickly everything can change. Tremaine’s passing is not just a loss for his family, but for the entire community that knew him. The pain of losing someone so suddenly is unimaginable, and the grief that follows is heavy and lasting.

PLEASE keep his wife, kids, family, and friends in your prayers. 🙏🏾

May God surround them with strength, comfort, and peace during this incredibly difficult time. May they find solace in the love and support of those around them and in the memories that will forever keep Tremaine alive in their hearts.

Though he is gone from this world, Tremaine’s spirit, love, and legacy will never be forgotten. His life mattered. His love mattered. His presence mattered. And his memory will continue to live on through the people who loved him most.

Rest in peace, Tremaine Jones. 🕊️

You will always be remembered, always loved, and deeply missed.

In Loving Memory of Deputy Derrick Bonham

With heavy hearts and profound sorrow, we remember and honor the life and service of Deputy Derrick Bonham, a dedicated law enforcement officer, loving husband, devoted father, and cherished member of his community. His untimely passing in the line of duty has left an immeasurable void in the hearts of his family, friends, colleagues, and all who had the privilege of knowing him.

Deputy Derrick Bonham was a man of courage, integrity, and compassion. Originally from East Tennessee and later residing in Greenfield, he carried with him a deep sense of duty and a strong commitment to protecting others. Though his time with the Weakley County Sheriff’s Office was brief—just shy of two years—his impact was lasting and meaningful. In those months of service, he demonstrated unwavering dedication to public safety, responding to calls with professionalism, bravery, and a genuine desire to help those in need.

In the early hours of Friday morning, Deputy Bonham answered the call of duty when shots were reported in Martin. Alongside fellow deputies and Martin police officers, he responded to assist in a dangerous and rapidly unfolding situation. As deputies observed a vehicle leaving a nearby location, gunfire erupted, and Deputy Bonham was tragically struck. Despite the swift actions of first responders and his transport to Volunteer Community Hospital, he later succumbed to his injuries. His sacrifice stands as a solemn reminder of the risks law enforcement officers face every day in service to their communities.

Beyond the badge, Derrick was a devoted family man. He and his wife were the proud parents of three children, who were the center of his world. To them, he was more than a deputy—he was a father who loved deeply, guided with kindness, and dreamed of a bright future for his family. His loved ones will forever carry his memory in their hearts, remembering his laughter, his strength, and his unwavering love.

Deputy Bonham’s fellow officers remember him as a reliable partner, a courageous responder, and a brother in uniform. He stood side by side with his colleagues, ready to protect and serve, never hesitating when duty called. His commitment to justice, his respect for others, and his willingness to put himself in harm’s way to keep others safe exemplify the very best of public service.

As the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation leads the inquiry into this tragic event, the community continues to mourn the loss of a hero taken too soon. Flags fly at half-staff, candles are lit in remembrance, and prayers are lifted for his family and for all who grieve his passing. The loss of Deputy Derrick Bonham is not only a loss to Weakley County but to every community that values courage, service, and selflessness.

Though his life was cut short, his legacy will endure—in the lives he touched, the community he protected, and the family he loved so dearly. His bravery will not be forgotten, and his sacrifice will forever be honored.

Rest in peace, Deputy Derrick Bonham.

Your service, your sacrifice, and your love will never be forgotten.

In Loving Memory of Jacinta Stevens (1994–2026)

With heavy hearts and profound sadness, we remember the life of Jacinta Stevens, a bright and beautiful soul whose time on this earth was far too short. Jacinta, just 31 years old, tragically passed away following a devastating accident on Thursday evening, when her vehicle left the Parkway East and plunged into the Monongahela River in Pittsburgh. Despite the courageous and tireless efforts of first responders and medical teams, Jacinta succumbed to her injuries approximately five hours later at the hospital.

The tragedy occurred around 4:30 p.m. near Second Avenue, between the Hot Metal and Birmingham bridges, close to UPMC Mercy. Emergency crews rushed to the scene after reports of a vehicle falling into the river from Interstate 376. They worked tirelessly to rescue Jacinta from the water, holding onto hope that she would survive. Sadly, the injuries she sustained were too severe, and her passing has left family, friends, and the community in deep mourning.

Jacinta Stevens was more than a name in a headline—she was a daughter, a friend, a loved one, and a cherished presence in the lives of those who knew her. She carried kindness in her heart, warmth in her smile, and strength in her spirit. Her laughter could light up a room, and her compassion touched everyone who crossed her path. Whether through her words, her actions, or simply her presence, Jacinta made people feel seen, heard, and valued.

Those who knew Jacinta remember her as a person full of life, dreams, and purpose. She had aspirations, hopes for the future, and a desire to make her mark in the world. She was someone who cared deeply for others, who offered support during difficult times, and who celebrated the joys of life with genuine enthusiasm. Her life, though tragically cut short, was filled with moments of love, connection, and meaning.

Her passing is a heartbreaking reminder of how fragile life can be and how quickly everything can change. In a single moment, a vibrant life was taken, leaving behind grief, unanswered questions, and a void that can never truly be filled. Yet, in the midst of sorrow, we hold onto the memories she created—the conversations, the shared laughter, the quiet moments of understanding, and the love she gave so freely.

Jacinta’s legacy lives on in the hearts of those who loved her. Her spirit remains in the stories told about her, the lessons she taught, and the kindness she showed. Though she is no longer with us in body, her memory will continue to inspire love, compassion, and reflection in all who knew her.

To Jacinta’s family, friends, and loved ones: may you find comfort in the memories you shared and strength in the love that surrounds you. May her soul rest in peace, and may her light continue to shine in your hearts forever.

Rest in peace, Jacinta Stevens. You will be deeply missed, always remembered, and forever loved.